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Hi again

Hey all, so I got locked out of my old account starrywhump and this is a replacement one! I am sad that I cannot get in anymore, I had had that account for years and really found myself in a beautiful community. I will probably copy old posts and put them on this account so I can continue my wips. I just wanted to let everyone know!

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Caspian and Cole

Hey ya'll long time no see! Please enjoy this is a nasty one :)

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Capsian woke with a start to the slam of a door.

When did he fall asleep?

He didn't have long to ponder the question. Strong hands grabbed the front of his shirt and wrenched him upward.

Caspian scrambled to get his feet under himself. The air was knocked out of his lungs as the hands slammed him back into the wall behind him. He coughed hard, gasping for air.

A foul-tasting gag was shoved into Caspian's open mouth, forcing his dry, cracked lips painfully apart

It all happened so fast. Caspian still felt the blindfold over his eyes, and his shoulders ached from a night with his hands bound behind him.

Those cruel hands dug into his skin and turned him around, pressing his face into the wall.

Metal pressed into his forearm, sharp- a knife. He flinched away, bracing for a cut that didn't come. Instead, the ropes around his wrists were cut and fell away.

Caspian recoiled on instinct, hands moving towards the gag in his mouth, but his wrists were caught instantly.

"Ah, ah, ah." The man behind him tutted, "Be a good boy, and I'll only hurt you a little." His breath was hot against Caspian's ear.

Something cold and heavy closed around Caspian's wrist, and panic filled his chest. Adrenaline cut through the fear keeping him frozen in place.

He whipped his head back, connecting with the man's nose with a wet crunch.

"Fuck!" The man stumbled back, hands recoiling without thought.

Caspian turned quick, ripping his blindfold off as he did. He caught sight of a heavy wooden door, and his feet moved without him, sprinting towards the exit.

He had only moved a couple of feet when-

CLANG

Caspian's arm was whipped back as the chain on his wrist went taut. Metal scraped against metal as the other, empty cuff hit the loop fastening the shackles to the ceiling. Caspian pulled desperately, but it held fast, not enough slack to even approach the door.

"You're going to regret that," the man snarled. He stood at least half a foot taller than Caspian, with jet black hair and cruel, piercing blue eyes. Blood dripped down his front, staining an otherwise pristine white tank top. A gold cross hung around his neck; it had been knocked askew in the scuffle, he adjusted it carefully back to the center of his chest. "Now you know what I look like. That means I have to kill you."

Caspian pulled the gag out of his mouth, letting it fall around his neck, "You were going to kill me anyway."

"Maybe," he shrugged, "I hadn't decided yet," he began to stalk around the edge of the room, "but you made it easy for me."

Caspian's mind was racing, desperate for any way to complete his hasty escape attempt, "I won't tell anyone, ok? I'm not a fucking idiot, I won't-"

The man leaned down and picked up his knife, which had been knocked away in the struggle.

Fuck.

Caspian didn't even think of trying to grab the weapon. He could feel his heart in his throat, his chest was tight.

"How's your pain tolerance, Caspian?"

Hearing his name in the man's voice sent a chill down Caspian's spine.

"Fuck you," he spat, yanking at the chain once again.

"Maybe if you try again, you'll be able to get out."

"Fuck you! You fucking creep!"

The man began walking closer.

"Hey! Get away! Get the fuck away from me! Fuck of-" In a flash, the man closed with Caspian. He jammed the knife into Caspian's side, his scream was quickly cut off as a fist collided with the side of Caspian's face.

Caspian's vision went white, pain searing up his side and across his face. He stumbled forward, and the man shoved him to the ground under the hanging chain.

Caspian's free hand went to the wound in his side, connecting with something hard and realizing the knife was still stuck inside him. A wave of nausea coursed through him at the discovery.

At that same moment, he felt a pull on his cuffed arm. He looked up to see the man stretched up to reach the empty cuff, still resting against the loop in the ceiling. The man must have been at least half a foot taller than Caspian, as their eyes met, Caspian realized in horror what was about to happen.

The man yanked down. Caspian's arm went up. He felt a sickening pop in his shoulder as he was lifted from the ground. The man had hoisted him up like he was nothing. He quickly closed the cuff around Caspian's free wrist.

Caspian was now restrained just low enough that his feet could brush the ground, struggling to stand on his toes to get the weight off his shoulder. Pathetic noises fell out of his mouth. He couldn't breathe. His shoulder was on fire, and he could feel hot, wet blood seeping out from his side and down his leg, "nggh- fuck- no.... no-"

"Honestly, Caspian, you might want me to kill you." The man was in front of him again, admiring his handiwork.

Caspian could barely hear what his captor was saying; blood was rushing in his ears, panic overtaking him.

"....Caspian?"

A hand was on his face, forcing his chin up to meet the man's gaze, "Do you want me to put you out of your misery now?" The man's hand dropped to Caspian's neck, beginning to squeeze, "I'm going to kill you eventually, but if you ask really, really nicely, I could do it now."

Caspian jerked agaisnt the man's grip, "f-fuck you," he bit out.

"Have it your way," the man grabbed the blade, still hilt deep in Caspian's side, and ripped it out viciously.

Caspian screamed through grit teeth, half-hyperventilating.

"My name is Damien." The man- Damien, brought the knife up hovering a few inches from Caspian's face. "I figured I might as well introduce myself if we are going to be spending more time together."

Caspian flinched away, tears stinging his eyes, biting down a sob, as Damien pressed the flat of the blade into his cheek. He wiped a sticky smear of Caspian's blood down his face, "We're going to have a lot of fun together."

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The Hero thrashed against the Villain's men, their hands bound behind their back, a guard on each side, "You won't get away with this!"

"Oh, really?" The Villain smirked.

"Call off your fucking lackies!" The Hero continued to struggle, "What? Don't think you can deal with me yourself?"

"I believe I have dealt with you."

The Hero finally stilled, staring up into the Villain's eyes, "You haven't done shit. You're too afraid of getting your hands dirty."

The Villain raised their eyebrows, "Is that so?"

"Lucky for you, it seems there's no shortage of people desperate to drop to their knees for the all-powerful Villain," the Hero bit out.

The Villain stepped closer, eyes locked on the Hero's "You sure were."

"Fuck you," a slight flush crept up the Hero's cheeks.

"Not really the time or place for that, darling," the Villain brought their hand to the whumpee's face, tracing a finger along their jaw, "but maybe if you behave yourself, we could come to a mutually beneficial use for your... extended stay here."

The Hero didn't flinch, didn't move away, eyes unblinking and set with fury, "I'm going to get out, and I swear, I'm going to hunt you down, and I'm going to kill you."

The Villain looked the Hero up and down, a satisfied smile on their lips, "Let's see how you feel in a week or two," they turned away, "take them away," they paused, a final look shared with their nemesis before they were dragged off, "and no need to be gentle, as I remember they like it a little rough."

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"Please- please, it hurts-" the whumpee sobbed into the whumper's chest.

"I know," The whumper cooed, threading a hand through their sweat-drenched hair, "you're doing so good."

"Please-"

"Shushhh, come now, love, don't ruin it."

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"Fuck! Ok- ugh... fuck," the whumpee choked out, squeezing their eyes shut.

"Sorry!" The caretaker sat next to the whumpee's bed, painstakingly threading a needle through angry red skin, "God- sorry, I'm trying to be-"

"-no it's ok- fuck... you're doing great, don't- don't stop-" the whumpee cut themself off with a yelp.

"Ok- ok, just- try to hold still, ok?" The caretaker's voice shook as they kept focus on the gash in the whumpee's side, still weeping blood into the mattress.

"I'm trying- fuck-" the whumpee clenched their jaw, hands twisting into their blankets in an attempt to stop squirming, "fuck that hurts."

"I know... I know- do you need a break?"

"No- no fuck- just- just get it over with-" they let out a soft whimper.

"Almost done, ok? So close."

"...great- great- fuck... thanks- thank you."

The caretaker looked up from their work, meeting the whumpee's gaze, their eyes blown, skin clammy from sweat. "Yeah- of course," they said, giving a light smile. "Anytime."

"Oh my god, shut up."

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Choose your own adventure, part 2!

Part 1 here

Last choice: To run away!

Vote at the end for what the Hero should do next!

It took maybe 2 seconds to unlock their front door, they didn't bother closing it behind them. That wouldn't do much to slow the Villain down, and it would waste precious seconds of the Hero's lead.

If they could make it to the street, maybe they could find an alley, a crowd- somewhere they could lose the Villain.

The Hero ran through the hall of their apartment building, rocketing towards the stairs.

Sure, they were in pretty good shape, but they had no idea if they were fast enough to outrun the Villain.

They didn't dare look behind them, they couldn't risk it. If the Villain got their hands on them, it would be game over.

Oh come on, Hero? Do you really think this is going to work?

The Villain's smug voice filled the Hero's head.

They flinched, breathing hard, focusing on keeping the Villain out.

Finally, to the stairs, the Hero couldn't stop themselves from sneaking a glance behind them, instantly regretting it as they met the Villain's eyes far behind them.

You look good when you're scared.

Shut up shut up-

Now that is not very nice.

The Hero's heart lurched, the Villain didn't even seem to be running. They just followed at a calm walk.

I think you might want to know-

Get out of my head, get out of-

If you leave this building, I am going to kill someone.

The Hero faltered over the next step, tripping and stumbling to the landing before the next flight of stairs.

I haven't decided who, probably the first person I see. Someone who I think you'd like, maybe.

Fuck fuck fuck-

Language.

The Hero took another deep breath, trying to clear their head.

The Villain could be bluffing.

I'm not.

Fuck-

You're really not as good at hiding your thoughts from me as you used to be. Here I thought this would be a challenge. I can hear how fast your heart is beating, so let's make this easy.

The Hero's legs shook as they took another step down the stairs.

If you keep running from me, and you do, somehow, manage to get away, you will be killing someone.

They froze.

And, if you try to fight me, which we both know is a... disillusioned course of action, I won't fight back. No, I'll instead turn my skills to the street outside, it's busy today, wouldn't you agree?

The Hero's chest felt tight.

Let's say you even call for backup, I'm surprised you haven't already- maybe because you already knew this escape attempt was as idiotic as it was hopeless- let's say they get here in, what? Three minutes?

Tears welled in their eyes.

Imagine what I can do in that time. How many lives would you be responsible for ending? That doesn't sound very heroic, now does it?

The Hero couldn't breathe, panic overtook them.

So why don't you be a good boy, turn around, and come back up those stairs?

Nonononono.

Don't make me count, Hero, that would be positively juvenile.

The Hero turned, unable to hold in a sob as they climbed the staircase back up to their floor.

They couldn't comprehend what they were doing, what they were submitting themselves to.

This was their worst fucking nightmare.

They slowly pushed open the door from the stairwell, every muscle in their body screaming for them to run.

"Glad you could see reason," the whumper stood in front of them, a satisfied smirk on their face.

The Hero clenched their fists by their sides, gritting their teeth.

"After you," the Villain motioned down the hallway, "I'm excited for a tour of your new place."

The Hero forced themselves to walk, losing hope entirely.

The Villain followed close behind, not yet making contact, a fact the Hero was painfully aware of.

It wouldn't stay that way for long.

Tears dripped down the Hero's cheeks as they stepped back through their front door and heard it latch behind them.

The Villain crossed back to the couch, sitting down and patting the cushion beside them, "Take a seat."

The Hero wanted to protest, but they weren't sure they could even speak right now. Embarrassment burned hot in their chest as they fought against hyperventilation, still unable to stop the tears streaming down their face.

"Come here, Hero," the Villain's eyes softened, "I'm not going to hurt you, not right now at least," they smiled.

The Hero rigidly walked over to sit on the opposite edge of the couch, as far from the Villain as possible. Their throat was tight, they dug their fingernails into their palms, desperate to maintain some sort of control over themselves.

"It's not all it's cracked up to be," the Villain moved closer, still not touching, but within arm's reach, "control over one's self, I mean."

The Hero sobbed.

"Shushhh, it's ok," the Villain raised a hand to the Hero's cheek, moving to wipe away a tear.

The moment they touched, skin on skin, the Hero felt something in them break, their final barriers crumbling as the Villain's influence settled heavily on their mind.

Relax your hands.

The Hero felt the pain in their palms recede as their grip softened of its own accord.

Another sob, they pressed back into the couch, trying to no avail to put distance between them and the Villain. A deep discomfort swept through them, an ache that began to burn the more they resisted.

"If you stop fighting, it will stop hurting," the Villain still cupped their cheek, looking into the Hero's blown out eyes, "let me help you."

Should the Hero give in?

Yes, avoid unnecessary pain!

No, fight back!

Voting ended onSep 21, 2025

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Continuation of this :)

The whumpee flinched as warm water hit their back. The water pressure was weak enough, yet each steam felt like a knife digging into the whumpee's fresh wounds.

The water ran red, the whumpee clenched their teeth and waited as it slowly changed to pink. Breathing hard, they rested their forehead against the blissfully cool tile. Water, or blood, or most likely some mixture of both, dripped down their back.

"Almost done in there?"

The voice made whumpee choke back a sob.

Their mind had pleasantly drifted off from the current moment, but the whumper's question brought them crashing back to their reality.

"y-yes- yes, sorry."

"There's no need to be, take your time, dear."

Their tone was sweet. It sent a shiver up the whumpee's spine. It did not seem possible that that tone could come from the same person who caused this pain.

They reached down to turn the shower off, fingers pausing against the metal handle for a moment, wishing nothing more than to let the water flow over them forever, to stay in this brief moment of peace.

But they didn't trust the whumper's words.

Or their patience.

The fear of upsetting their captor overwhelmed every other desire.

They stepped out of the shower, quickly grabbing the towel set out for them.

There was a light knock, one of such cursory politeness it almost made the whumpee laugh. The kind of knock someone used to warn you they were entering a room. When had the whumper ever cared to warn the whumpee about anything? They were beating them senseless less than an hour ago, but now cared to make sure the whumpee wouldn't be startled at their entrance?

The door clicked open as they stepped into the room, eyes warm, face set to a pleasant neutral, "How was your shower?"

"Good," the whumpee responded in a small voice, "thank you."

The whumper's smile grew, "Of course. I'm very glad to see you have remembered your manners. I don't think we'll be having any more problems about that, will we?"

The whumpee tightened their grip on their towel, wishing they could shrink into themselves, "yes."

The caretaker raised an eyebrow, "yes more problems?"

The whumpee's heart lurched, "No! No- I- didn't mean... no, no more problems, s-sorry, sorry-"

Holding up a hand, the whumper quieting them instantly, "I'm only teasing. I understand you, darling, no need to panic."

"Oh," the whumpee forced a light laugh, tears welling in their eyes.

"Let's get you dressed," the whumpee turned, not waiting to see if the whumpee was following, they knew they would.

They walked down the hall and up the stairs, the whumpee looked longingly, hopelessly, to the front door as they passed it.

The whumpee's legs shook as they climbed the stairs and rounded the corner to the whumper's bedroom, weak with exhaustion.

"Here," the whumper placed a white t-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants on the bed, "I'll be back in a moment," the whumper smiled back at them as they closed the door. They heard their footsteps on the stairs.

The whumpee reluctantly dropped their towel and pulled the clothes on as fast as they could.

Tears stung the corners of their eyes as fabric pulled against their mangled back.

They clenched their fists, biting their cheek to keep from crying out.

Another knock.

"Are you decent?"

The whumpee took a deep breath.

“Yes."

The whumper opened the door with a smile, a white plastic box in their hands, “feeling better?”

The whumpee smiled back with glassy eyes, “yes- yes thank you.”

“Good," the whumper held out a hand, "come here,"

The whumpee's legs moved on their own.

The whumper guided them to the bed, "Lie on your stomach."

The whumpee obeyed, grimacing as they moved.

"You poor thing," the whumper hummed, pulling up the back of the whumpee's shirt, "this might hurt a little, alright? I'll be gentle."

The whumpee tasted blood as their teeth sank into their lower lip, gripping the bedsheets tight.

They knew what came next in all of this. It was a sort of choreography at this point.

The whumper would apply a salve to their wounds and cover them in clean bandages. They knew not to move, to suppress the urge to flinch away; the whumper didn't like that.

They didn't need to fight the tears building in their eyes; they knew the whumper liked it when they cried. But they tried nonetheless.

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PART 6 of Caspian and Cole :) ft. new creepy bad guy

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"Where did you find him?"

A voice above him spoke softly.

Caspian's head was pounding. He slowly became aware of more sounds, background noise, a phone ringing.

Fighting heavy eyelids, Caspian slowly opened his eyes.

It was bright, he seemed to be sitting in some kind of lobby.

"Well, good morning there," the same voice, "you gave us quite a scare, young man!" A woman with grey hair and a warm smile was hovering over him.

As Caspian began to wake up in earnest, he felt panic wash over him. Where was he? Was Cole here? His eyes darted around the room.

"It's ok, take a breath now, you're safe, hun. You're at the Clark County Sheriff's office."

"He was just running through the woods, Cheryl. I got no clue as to why, something's wrong with his leg, he seemed like he had been going for hours," a man stood next to the woman, Cheryl, as he called her. This was a face he knew, the hunter who found him in the woods moments before he passed out.

"It's good you were there, I can't imagine what would have happened if he had been out there all night."

"Animals would have got to him no doubt-"

"David! Don't scare the boy!"

"I'm only agreeing!"

"Quiet now," Cheryl brought her attention back to Caspian, "I'm sorry about him. Can you tell us what you were doing out in the woods last night? Are you lost?"

Caspian shook his head, dread not fully absent but hope creeping in alongside it, "no..." his throat felt raw, "no- I... I was kidnapped, a man... uh- a man he has a house in the woods, I escaped, I was running from him."

Something in Cheryl's gaze cooled, "Sounds like you have had quite the experience son, I'm so sorry to hear that. Do you remember anything about this man? His name?"

Caspian felt a shiver run down his spine, something didn't feel quite right. Cole's warning about the police came to mind. At the time he had dismissed it as some sort of tactic, a way to keep him docile by inciting hopelessness. But maybe...

"Hun?" Cheryl's smile was back, face set with worry.

"Sorry... I..." it was probably just paranoia, he had just been through a pretty fucking stressful experience, it makes sense he would be paranoid, "Cole- it was Cole... I don't know his last name."

Cheryl nodded, "I'm going to make you some hot tea, alright? That will get you feeling better in no time," she got up, leaving rather.

The hunter still stood in front of him, his eyes now sad, "Good luck kid," he spoke softly, and turned to leave.

Caspian wasn't sure what to make of that. He wasn't sure what to make of any of this. His head was pounding, his knee throbbing, every muscle in his body ached. He wanted to go to sleep, he wanted to go home.

"Here you go now," Cheryl was back, a steaming mug in her hands, "it's hot so you be careful, alright?"

Caspian nodded, reaching out to take the drink and carefully bringing it to his lips. The liquid felt like heaven as it flowed down his throat, warming his chest and pooling in his empty stomach.

Cheryl smiled again, "better?"

"Much," he took another sip, "Thank you. Um.. what... uh, what happens now?" And another, trying to fix a thick feeling in his throat, "I'd really like to get back to the city- I'm not even sure how long... I've... been......gone...." his words felt heavy, each one an effort to get out.

He went to take another drink of his tea, hoping it would clear his head a bit, but he didn't seem to have the strength to lift his arm.

"Let me get that for you," Cheryl took the mug from his hands, still standing over him.

Caspian blinked hard, his vision blurring.

Nausea rolled over him.

Then it all went black.

*****

Cold water crashed onto Caspian's face, sending him into a fit of spluttering gasps and coughs.

"Finally awake?"

A voice in front of him.

Caspian sat up to look but found the room pitch black, something was covering his eyes- a blindfold.

"Your name?"

The same voice, a man's, cold, unfamiliar, now closer.

His arms were bound behind him, he was bent over in the chair, chest heaving against his knees, still desperately trying to catch his breath.

A hand dropped down on his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair and forcing him upright. The voice was now right in his ear, "What is your name?" The question was reiterated slowly.

"C-Caspian-"

"What were you doing with my associate Caspian?"

"What's- what's happening- who are you?"

"Answer my question."

It took a moment for Caspian's brain to catch up to his situation, hadn't he just been at that sheriff's station? Was he still there? What the fuck was going on- an associate? He must mean...

"...Cole?"

"God, you're slow. Yes. What were you doing with him?" The man tightened his grip on Caspian's hair, eliciting a gasp.

"Nothing! He- he kidnapped me-"

"Why?"

"I..." the impetus to lie was there but Caspian could barely gather his thoughts enough to speak at all, let alone craft a believable story, "I saw him kill someone."

"Did you now?" The man laughed, "So what? You were his little sex slave then?"

"What? No! He just- he... just kept me."

"Why?"

"I... I don't know."

"Hmmm, suppose I'll have to ask him them," the man released Caspian's hair with a shove, "As for you Caspian, as charming as this conversation has been, I believe it is time for me to kill you."

Caspian jolted at the nonchalant words.  Kicking his feet to get away, but only succeeding in knocking over his chair and smacking his head against the stone floor.

The man chuckled, “You are quite a lot of fun though, and it has been a while since I had a plaything. Might be a nice stress reliever.”

Caspian couldn't breathe.

“Alright, I’ll let you live for a little while. Just long enough to have some fun."

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"Fuck YOU! Fuck off! Leave me the fuck-" the whumpee's frantic yelling was cut short as a jolt of electricity shot through their body, "-FUCK!" They panted hard, eyebrows furrowed, teeth clenched.

The whumpee knelt in the middle of the room, arms held above them in heavy shackles, head hung lax, a thick metal collar encircling their neck, "why- what... what the fuck is g-going on..."

The whumper stood wordlessly in front of them, a small remote in their hand, eyes glued to the trembling captive before them.

"Who- who are you? What the fuck do you want from me? Fucking say some-" a scream ripped from the whumpee's throat as the whumper slowly turned a dial on their remote. The whumpee's body stiffened. Seconds seemed to last an eternity before the whumper finally reversed the dial.

The whumpee couldn't help but sob, their muscles spasming in the aftermath of the shock, "n-no... fuck- please... no-"

The whumper smiled.

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Prompt: Whumper beating the absolute shit out of whumpee maybe as a punishment for escaping?? (pls include lots of crying and begging 🫶) thanks! ily

The dichotomy of this ask made me laugh. It's like, please make them sob and beg and get them within an inch of death ❤️ peace and love! But that's whump for you lol. And I love it. Ok, enjoy!

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The whumpee couldn't breathe, they couldn't think. They just needed to run.

Everything looked the same, concrete walls, metal doors, sprawling hallways that could very well just be leading the whumpee further into the compound.

"Hey!"

Fuck.

The whumpee's heart lurched.

The voice was close behind them, undoubtedly one of the whumper's men.

Undoubtedly.

So there was no reason to turn and check.

No reason to risk it.

These things occurred to the whumpee as they were already glancing back over their shoulder.

As their ankle rolled, and their feet fell out from under them.

There hadn't even been anything to trip on. They misstepped on perfectly even concrete.

The whumpee landed hard, air ripped from their lungs.

It was only a matter of seconds before hands were on them.

This wasn't a surprise.

During the whumpee's ill-thought-out glance behind them, they had seen two large figures, dressed all in black.

Those two figures were now upon them, fingers digging roughly into the whumpee's arms and wrenching them to their feet.

The whumpee gasped for breath. Panic adding to the breathlessness caused by their fall.

"No! No- no please-" a sob exited their mouth. They struggled in vain, thrashing against the men as they dragged the whumpee back down the hall, "No no no no please- please d-don't do this... please!" They scrambled to get any traction but could barely get their feet under themselves.

"Fucking idiot." One of the guards mumbled.

They rounded the corner, and an all too familiar steel door came into view.

"Please! Please-please don't..."

Dread built in the whumpee's stomach.

They quickly found themselves back at the entrance to their cell, a rough shove sent them stumbling through the threshold. It was rapidly followed by a second that sent them straight to the ground.

The whumpee dropped without resistance, curling into themselves and wrapping their arms around their head in preparation.

None of this was unexpected.

The blows began, kicks mostly, hard and fast, punctuated by the occasional laugh or sneer.

"Get up bitch," the same man who had spoken under his breath on the walk back reached down and yanked the whumpee up.

The whumpee tried to comply, body already bruised and aching. It didn't matter much; the men would do what they wished with them. Sometimes compliance made it end just a little sooner. Or maybe the whumpee was just too tired to keep fighting.

"Hold them," the man pushed the whumpee towards his partner, who latched onto their wrists and held them fast.

The whumpee squeezed their eyes shut, now unable to shield their face.

A fist drove into their stomach, causing the whumpee to double over in pain, a scream died in their throat.

"Open your fucking eyes."

The whumpee did. Just in time to see another fist hurtling towards them before it collided with the side of their jaw. Before the whumpee had time to really process, let alone recover from the blow, a third slammed into their nose.

The whumpee heard a sickening wet crunch, they instantly felt blood dripping down their face.

"That will do for now."

They froze.

Nothing these men could do to them would fill them with more panic than that voice.

The arms holding them up vanished. The whumpee crumpled to their knees, eyes glued to the floor, not daring to look up.

"Leave us."

The guards exited, closing the heavy door behind them with a resounding thud.

Familiar boots stepped into the whumpee's field of vision.

"I really wish you hadn't done that."

The whumpee felt as if their heart had stopped, suddenly unable to breathe, "I... I-I'm sorry. Please- I'm so sorry-"

"Begging? For what?"

"Please forgive me-"

A harsh slap cut the whumpee off, their breath hitched, tears flowing with renewed vigor.

"You don't want my forgiveness." The whumper's tone was cold, "You want your little stunt to have worked out. I thought you would have known better by now."

"No- no no I... I was so stupid- please, please, it won't happen again- I... I swear I'm so sorry-"

"You'll say whatever you need to right now." The whumper knelt in front of the whumpee, wiping away the blood trickling down their chin with a feather-light touch, "but only because you know you are about to be punished."

The whumpee cried, breathing fast and uneven, "please-"

"Shushhh," the whumper cupped the whumpee's cheek, "I'm doing this for you, you know that right?"

The whumpee lent unabashedly into the touch, nodding weakly.

"Who's my good boy?"

"I- I am-"

Another vicious slap. The momentum of it almost threw the whumpee to the ground, they caught themselves on their hands.

The whumper's hand snaked into the whumpee's hair and yanked their head back to whisper in their ear, "Not now. Today, you have been a very bad boy whumpee."

"I'm sorry," the whumpee whimpered through choked sobs, "I'm so so sorry- please- please I'll be good- I will, please. I'll be a good boy- I... I'm sorry- I am."

"You're not. But you will be."

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"Do whatever you want-" the whumpee voice was ragged, bloodied, and bruised from hours of torture, "I won't... I won't tell you anything."

The whumper smiled, bringing their knife to the whumpee's face, "is that so?"

"Yes." The whumpee didn't flinch, didn't look away as the whumper sliced a line along their cheekbone.

There was a soft sob from the opposite wall, the caretaker twisted their wrists against their shackles, "P-Please... stop... no! Please-please... Whumpee just tell them please-"

"Be quiet," the whumpee bit out, not sparing them a glance.

"You could tell me what I want to know, and I would be happy to stop," the whumper called back to the caretaker.

"I don't- don't know anything- don't hurt them please- please!"

"Funnily enough, I do believe you," the whumpee smiled before turning back to the whumpee, "Your friend is pretty pathetic."

"Why don't you just get on with whatever the fuck you plan on doing to me," the whumpee spat, gritting their teeth, blood trickling down the side of their face.

"Don't! Don't hurt them- please!" The caretaker continued, ignored by both the whumper and whumpee.

The whumper lackadaisically dragged their knife across the whumpee's chest, not yet breaking the skin, "I'm getting tired of this Whumpee."

"Cry about it."

A sob echoed through the room from the caretaker.

"I think your friend has that quite covered-"

"They're not my friend."

"Oh?" The whumper raised an eyebrow, "You don't care for them? Not at all?" They began to cross the room, walking backwards slowly, eyes trained on the whumpee, "So you don't care what happens to them?"

The caretaker whimpered softly as the whumper approached, eyes wide with fear.

Lighting fast, the whumper closed the final distance between them, sinking their knife into the caretaker's shoulder.

The caretaker screamed, face contorted in pain. The whumper looked back over their shoulder, "Still don't care?"

The whumpee grimaced, "I-"

The whumper ripped the blade out of the caretaker, eliciting another scream, "How about now?"

Blood poured down the caretaker's side, their hands were flexed in cuffs high above their head, broken sobs interrupting panicked gasps for air.

"They don't know anything-"

"I know," the whumper brought the knife to the caretaker's wrist.

"Please- please don't-"

"They can't tell you anything," the whumpee panted, "what you're doing is pointless-"

"Is it?" The whumper dragged the blade down the caretaker's arm, leaving a shallow gash in its wake.

The caretaker let out a pitiful whine.

"I suppose," the whumper brought a hand to the caretaker's throat, "if you really don't care what happens to them," they tightened their grip, the caretaker let out a choked yelp, "I don't have much of a use for them."

"They don't know anything- I'm... I'm the one you want," the whumpee jerked in their chains, "What the fuck are you doing-"

"Killing your not friend."

the caretaker struggled against the whumper's grip, mouth open in a desperate attempt to breathe.

"Unless you have something to say, that is?"

"Fuck you!"

"Time's running out."

"I'm the one you want you fucking asshole!"

"I want you to tell me what I need to know."

"You're fucking sadistic! They don't know anything!

"I know that, but you do."

"Stop it-"

"You can make it stop."

The caretaker's movement slowed, eyes going glassy.

"Fine!"

The whumper's eyes lit up, "Fine?"

"Just stop! Stop it... and I'll tell you."

The whumper stepped back, letting the caretaker collapse forward, coughing and gasping.

"Wonderful, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

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There should be more lesbians who have homoerotic tension and banter in whump. Here is my addition:

"Tell me that's not blood." Alana's eyes widened, having just opened her door to see a very injured figure.

"Ok, it's not blood," Carmen smiled weakly, leaning against the doorway, a bloom of red rapidly spreading down the side of her shirt.

"Jesus- get inside. Oh my god," Alana grabbed Carmen's free arm and pulled it over her shoulders to support her as they walked.

"Ow- fuck, easy easy," Carmen winced.

"You're bleeding out, I think I'm going to choose saving your life over your comfort," Alana half-carried Carmen further into the room, she could feel blood dripping down the hand holding Carmen's hip.

"What a gentleman- wait, don't- I'm gonna ruin the- I'll get blood on your fancy pillows," Carmen spoke through ragged breaths, pulling back slightly as they approached the cream-white couch.

"Shut up Carmen," she lowered her to sit, "lay down," Alana pushed Carmen back against the arm of the couch, putting a light pink throw pillow under her head, "I thought you said it wasn't blood?"

Carmen grimaced as she leaned back, "Nothing gets past you does it?"

"Don't move." Alana turned to leave, hurrying into her kitchen.

"Wasn't planning on it."

"Are you planning on telling me what happened?" Alana called back as she searched through the cabinet under her sink.

"Is that really important?"

Alana returned, dropping a first aid kit and a few towels onto the coffee table and kneeling at Carmen's side.

"Move your hands."

Carmen frowned, "but- my hands are keeping the blood inside my body."

Alana took Carmen's wrists and moved her arms to her sides, then carefully pulled her shirt up.

"Hey buy a girl a drink first."

"Shut up- fuck," Alana's eyes widened, taking in the jagged gash across the left side of Carmen's stomach, "How did this happen?"

"Oh, you know," Carmen grimaced, "just a typical Thursday for me."

"This is different-"

"It's fine!

"You need a hospital."

"I have you-"

"I'm not a hospital, Carmen. You need stitches."

"I'm sure stitches are well within the skillset of the all-talented Alana- fuck- ow!" Carmen yelped as Alana pressed a towel across her abdomen, applying pressure to the wound, "give me some fucking warning next time... Jesus-"

"Hold this." Alana grabbed Carmen's hand and brought it to the quickly dampening towel, "Keep pressure on it."

"Fuck- ok... ok-" with a shaking arm Carmen pressed down, "Why, what... what are you doing?"

Alana jumped up, "I'm calling you an ambulance-"

"What? Alana, don't-"

"You should have called one the moment you were fucking stabbed Carmen, if that's what even happened? You could have died!" Alana grabbed her phone off the entryway table, "I don't know how you even made it here-"

"Alana! Don't-" Carmen struggled to sit up, letting the now blood-soaked towel fall to her side, "I can't- Alana-"

"Fucking Christ. Stop that. Stop- hey," Alana was at Carmen's side once more in a flash, a hand on her shoulder, stopping Carmen from standing, "Lie down-"

"I can't go to the hospital, don't- don't call anyone," Carmen grabbed at Alana's arm, leaving streaks of blood in her wake, "I can't... I ca-."

"Carmen, lie down-"

"You don't understand... you... Alana-" Carmen's breath came fast and shallow, eyes wild.

"Calm down, Carmen, breathe," Alana pushed her panicking house guest back down onto the pink throw pillow, quickly grabbing a new towel to press against Carmen's wound, unlocking her phone with her free hand, "you can't get up, you're going to bleed out-"

"Alana! Listen- listen to me, ok? I can't go to a hospital- I can leave- you, you don't need to deal with this- but please... please don't call anyone," Carmen's voice was uncharacteristically shaky.

Alana paused.

Carmen looked up at her with desperation, "Alana... please."

"Jesus fucking Christ," Alana groaned dropping her phone to the floor and moving both hands to better attempt at stanching the bleeding, "you better not fucking die on me."

A tearful laugh bubbled out of Carmen's lips, finally releasing her desperate grip on Alana's arm, "I won't- fuck... I won't... I promise- fuck."

"I don't see how you can promise me that."

"I can," Carmen squeezed her eyes shut, barely able to talk.

"Breath, Carmen."

"I- I am."

"Slower. I don't need you passing out from hyperventilating before you pass out from blood loss."

"O-Ok... yeah- yeah... sorry," Carmen stuttered, "um... thanks- thank you- for..."

Alana grabbed another towel, pressing it over the wound as well with a furrowed brow. She looked up to meet Carmen's gaze, "Don't thank me."

A half-laugh, half-groan of pain made Carmen wince, "Seems pretty... pretty worthy of thanks."

"Shut up, Carmen."

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the anguish ends because you are green

thank you for telling me

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"Fuck off-" The whumpee bit out, tears streaming down their face, "fuck you!"

"Now now, don't get yourself all worked up," the whumper smirked.

The whumpee pushed themselves up against the wall, cowering in the corner of the cold concrete room, "stop-stop it! Fuck- fuck-"

"I don't know what you plan to achieve with all this," the whumper regarded the whumpee with an amused hunger, "do you think this aggression makes me less likely to hurt you?"

"No- no no don't- fuck! Fuck you! Help! HELP!"

"Oh yes, keep screaming, I'm sure that will help. Because I made sure to lock you up somewhere people could hear you," the whumper laughed.

"Fuck you! You're fucking crazy-"

"Am I?"

"Yes! Fuck- Jesus fucking Christ- HELP!"

"I feel quite sane-"

"You're gonna fucking kill me!"

"Not kill," the whumper began to roll up their sleeves.

"Fucking liar! Help! Help! Fuck- HELP!"

"Perhaps I should explain my thought process? To help you understand?" The whumper slowly approached their captive, "I want to hurt someone-"

"No! Fuck- shit, stop! No no-"

"You are someone, someone vulnerable."

"No no no-" The whumpee's eyes were blown out with fear, their breathing erratic.

"Someone easy to acquire."

"Stop- stop, don't... don't do this-"

"You're the perfect solution to my problem. Someone no one will know is gone."

The whumpee sobbed.

"I think that seems pretty reasonable? Wouldn't you say?"

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I want to write but idk what lol so asks are open if anyone wants to request specific whumpy things 👀

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“Don’t touch them!” The caretaker threw themself forward, held back by the whumper’s men, “Get off me! Fuck you! Let-“ the caretaker was cut off by a savage punch to the gut. They crumpled forward as the wind was knocked out of them , their arms wrenched behind them and held firmly in place.

The whumper ignored the caretaker’s outburst, only having eyes for the shaking figure before them.

“Don’t- don’t hurt them.” The caretaker coughed, gasping in air.

The whumpee’s eyes were wide with fear, blood dripping from their nose. The whumper held them against the wall, a hand around there neck.

“Get off them! Stop it- get the fuck off them!” The caretaker thrashed in their hold, desperate to get free, to be able to to do anything, “Please! Fuck! Please… please stop!”

The whumpee let out a choked gasp, their hands circled around the whumpee’s wrist, struggling to no avail.

“You’re killing them! Please- please please!” The caretaker sobbed, “Stop it! Fuck you you fucking asshole- you fucking…” the caretaker’s heart was beating out of their chest, “No no no no- stop! Stop it please! Fucking- let go of them!”

Fingers dig into the caretaker’s arms, keeping them firmly in place.

“Please! I’ll do anything! I’ll do anything you want! Don’t- don‘r kill them…. please.”